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Rabid, standard poodles (well groomed, but rabid looking), on rocket-powered snowboards terrorizing Winter Park, CO.
An investigation on the retired, but still somewhat agile community of elders in any neighborhood, who find it hard to wait to motor-up some form of gas-powered yard equipment at the break of dawn. And why a 1/16th inch of growth requires such undertaking in the early mornings.
The poor blight of the Fed-Ex delivery guy, making a door call with a package that just won't stop vibrating. (In a fatty Texas town).
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shit. i apologize for my post. :-(
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